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‘Great idea!’
‘And you can help me dig the truck out,’ he added, laughing when she pouted at him. ‘I’ve got a couple of shovels in the back. I know how to show a lady a good time.’
Seren inched closer and whispered, ‘You most certainly do,’ then giggled when she saw heat steal into his face, reddening his cheeks.
‘Minx,’ he replied. ‘I’m glad I wasn’t a disappointment.’
‘Actually, I am a bit disappointed,’ she said, and his heart dropped until she added, ‘I’m disappointed that we have to go home. Another night here would be fabulous.’
Wouldn’t it just, he thought, then blushed again as images of last night (and this morning) surged through his mind. God, he would love to take her back to bed and… But no, that wouldn’t do at all, not when their landlady was expecting them to leave as soon as they were able. And he did need to dig the truck out, as he’d noticed a decent drift had formed around the front wheels. He could probably drive it out as it was if he was careful, and he might have done so if he’d been on his own, but with Seren in the vehicle he didn’t want to risk an accident, no matter how minor it might turn out to be.
He felt so protective of her, that if he could have driven both vehicles home to save her having to negotiate such treacherous conditions, he would have. But there was nothing for it – she’d have to drive hers and he’d have to drive his if they wanted to get home today.
First, though, they had to wait for the snowplough to do its work, and until then they might as well have some fun.
As soon as breakfast was over, the two of them togged up and ventured outside. In contrast to yesterday, the sky was a brilliant blue with not a cloud in it, and the low sunlight sparkled and shimmered on the snow. Already Daniel could see that it was beginning to melt, and the steady drip and gurgle provided the backdrop to the sounds the shovels made as they rasped against the tarmac.
Birds flitted from tree to tree, uttering the occasional tweet or twitter, but the rest of their little corner of the world was muffled and quiet.
Until, that is, Daniel was hit in the back of the neck by something cold and wet, and realised Seren had hurled a snowball at him.
‘Right,’ he growled, bending down to scoop up a handful of the white stuff and fashion it into a sphere. ‘You asked for it.’
But before he could throw it, she’d flung another one at him, this time hitting him in the chest, before she ran away, slipping and skidding, squealing loudly as he chased after her.
By the time their snowball fight ended, both of them were breathless, damp and in dire need of a cup of something hot, so they retreated inside to dry off and warm up, and await the arrival of the snowplough.
‘Thank you so much for putting us up,’ Seren said to Sally later, when they were about to leave to fetch her van. ‘We had a lovely time.’ She even managed to say the words without any hint of double entendre, which Daniel wouldn’t have been able to. As it was, he was forced to turn his childish snigger into a cough, earning himself a sharp look from Seren and a smirking one from Sally.
‘Grow up,’ Seren said, when they were outside.
‘Says the woman who shoved a handful of snow down the back of my neck,’ he retorted, and when he caught her eye, the pair of them collapsed in hysterics.
‘I’ve had such a good time,’ Seren said, when she could speak again. ‘It was so romantic.’
‘It was,’ he agreed. ‘Any regrets?’
‘None whatsoever.’ She sounded adamant, so he had to take her word for it.
It had felt so right, so perfect, making love to her. He’d never felt so connected to another person, and he simply knew she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
